December Days

His sparkling eyes make me weak at my words,
Only a little,
They tremble,
The way I hold you tonight should make it clear,
Not one thought has crossed my mind.

Days seem like years in this month of December,
Day light comes our heaven turns to hell,
The winter coldens me for I have yet to sleep,
And then you`ll know our love was meant to be.

Will I give up trying cuz you`re everything to me,
I`m as helpless as a kitten up a tree,
In my winter dream,
Everything is good as right.

You don`t think I can hear you,
I do and it makes me think,
You`re always saving your words till this time of night,
Why aren`t you like this when I see you.

© Becky Baillargeon 2009